Sittin' thinkin' sinkin' drinkin

Wondering what I'd do when I'm through tonight

Smoking moping, maybe just hopin

Some little girl will pass on by

Don't wanna be alone but I love my girl at home

I remember what she said

She said, "my, my, my don't tell lies, keep fidelity in your head

My my my, don't tell lies. when you're done you should go to bed

Don't say hi, like a spider to a fly

Jump right ahead and you're dead"

Sit up, fed up, low down go round

Down to the bar at the place I'm at

Sitting drinking, supereficially thinking

About the rinsed-out blonde on my left

Then I said, "hi" like a spider to a fly

Remebering what my little girl said

She was common, flirty, she looked about thirty

I would have run away but I was on my own

She told me later she's a machine operator

She said she liked the way I held the microphone

I said my, my, like the spider to the fly

Jump right ahead in my web.